Edelweiss in the high alps

Dear noble white, you’re small yet
warmly wooled
Flowing along the leaves,
Like a tuft among other flowers
Oh, wild high-mountained root
A figure of rugged beauty and purity
you are,
Your dense hair appears in golden
form
Certainly not toxic, but a remedy to
the weak.
In remote areas you tend to be
sporadic,
Like antidote to undefined chronics.
You, the ultimate allure of the Alps
Who endears the love-struck young
men,
Through crags and ledges
In the high Alpine of Eden Europe,
amazingly
You crush them wordlessly
I am aware, of multiple quests made
How many had fallen – succumbed
to exposure.
Nobody seems to hold your key,
The one to crack your weather
codes.
Furnished from heavenly forge, yet
rarely gazed.
So I ask “will you take me as I
stand?”
“Here as I stand”